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The remains of those wraiths were even more horrifying. Unlike the dazed and confused wandering spirits on the outskirts, the remains of these wraiths were more clearly defined, even retaining some characteristics from their lives, and emanating a more powerful resentment and death aura.

They seemed to have been instantly torn apart by some violent force, and were dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

The rocks at the edge of the basin are covered with deep, crisscrossing marks, as if they had been bombarded by a tremendous force or torn apart by sharp claws.

In addition to the dense aura of death and reincarnation, there was also a terrifying aura of violence, madness, and destructive desire in the air, which was completely out of place with the gloomy and deathly atmosphere around them.

"Is it a riot of spirits? Or..." Shi Tie stared at the corpses, especially the corpses of several Heavenly Sword Sect cultivators. They were still tightly gripping their unsheathed swords, the blades stained with the inky black "filthy blood" of the spirits, but they themselves had no breath left.

"It doesn't seem like it." Su Xiao squatted down beside the corpse of a Lieyang Sect cultivator, examining it carefully. Her delicate, cold eyebrows furrowed slightly. "The wounds are messy, with claw marks, bite marks, and traces of spell attacks and sword cuts. It seems like... he was ambushed by something, hastily fought back, and then was slaughtered in one fell swoop."

"Judging from the disordered state of the remaining spiritual energy, the battle ended very quickly."

Zhao Qingyan also focused her senses on her surroundings, her expression changing slightly: "The spatial structure here... is extremely unstable! There are traces of it being forcibly torn apart and then barely mended! Moreover... there is a trace of extremely weak spatial fluctuations, different from the deathly aura of reincarnation!"

Shen Mo walked to the center of the basin, his gaze sweeping over the mess. His eyes finally settled on a relatively flat, dark red boulder at the deepest part of the basin.

There, a small pool of not-yet-dry, black, slimy liquid, emitting a fishy and chilling aura, remained. Beside the liquid were several broken pieces of shell, neither gold nor jade, with sharp edges, covered with strange and twisted patterns.

He crouched down, a wisp of pale golden spiritual energy gathering at his fingertips, and gently touched the viscous liquid. *Sizzle!*

When the spiritual energy came into contact with the slime, it emitted a slight corrosive sound, and the wisp of spiritual energy was quickly stained black and dissolved!

At the same time, a violent, chaotic, and aggressive fragment of thought came along with the feedback from the spiritual energy, causing Shen Mo to frown.

"These aren't the spirits of this place." Shen Mo withdrew his hand, slowly stood up, a fierce glint in his eyes. "They're something from elsewhere. Something... from another dimension, or rather, something that leaked out from a rift in that dimension."

Everyone was startled upon hearing this. From outside? Leaking through a spatial rift?

"Sect Leader, do you mean... that crack not only connects to the ruins of the Samsara Palace, but may also connect to... other more dangerous places? Something has come from over there?" Shi Tie gasped.

"It's probably more than just 'running over'." Shen Mo's gaze was deep as he looked at the pool of slime and the fragments of carapace. "Judging from these signs of battle, this thing is extremely powerful and full of aggression and destructiveness."

"These cultivators probably found this relatively safe 'haven' and rested here, but unfortunately they encountered the monster that escaped from the crack and were instantly slaughtered."

"After killing them, the monsters may have returned to the rift, or perhaps... they are still wandering around nearby."

As if to confirm his words, A-Yuan suddenly let out a short scream, her little finger pointing to the shadows on the other side of the basin, her voice trembling: "There...over there! Something! Alive! Fierce! Very hungry! It's...watching us!"

Everyone was startled and instantly went into battle mode!

A massive iron axe lay across his chest as Su Xiao's figure faded into the shadows. Zhao Qingyan's array flags flashed, displaying a reading feast: a vast collection of books, an ultimate experience. Shen Mo pulled A Yuan behind him, his powerful divine sense sweeping wildly in the direction A Yuan pointed!

However, the place was empty, with only a thick, grayish-white death aura slowly flowing and a few jagged rocks.

"It's gone...it...it hid behind the rocks...no, it...it sank 'down there'..." A-Yuan gripped Shen Mo's robe tightly, her voice trembling with tears, clearly terrified.

Shen Mo carefully probed with his divine sense, but found nothing.

In that shadowy place, apart from deathly aura and rocks, there was no sign of life or spirit. But A-Yuan's intuition had never been wrong, especially in this environment.

"We can't stay here any longer!" Shen Mo made a decisive decision. "That monster can evade divine sense detection; it's incredibly unpredictable. Everyone, leave the basin immediately and continue along the original route!"

Without delay, the group quickly retreated from the basin and accelerated their movement towards the rift, following the path that A-Yuan had re-guided, where the flow of spirits was relatively "slow."

Along the way, everyone was extremely cautious. Shi Tiefu was always in his hand, Su Xiao concealed his aura to the extreme, and Zhao Qingyan was ready to activate the strongest protective formation at any time.

After traveling for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the surrounding scenery began to change. The grayish-white death aura grew thicker and thicker, almost solidifying, greatly obstructing vision.

The ground beneath our feet was no longer flat; instead, more and more deep, bottomless ravines appeared, as if they had been ruthlessly plowed by a giant plow.

Tiny, invisible black cracks began to appear in the air, like shattered mirrors, emitting chilling spatial fluctuations. The slightest carelessness in touching them would result in the separation of limbs and the annihilation of the soul.

"Be careful! It's a spatial rift! Although it's small, it's extremely dangerous!" Zhao Qingyan warned urgently, her array plate flashing with light as it erected a thin layer of spiritual light shield specifically designed to sense and deflect spatial forces.

The group felt as if they were walking on a tightrope covered with invisible blades, each step fraught with danger.

A-Yuan's guidance also began to become difficult. Her face grew paler and paler, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead: "Ahead... the road... so many forks in the road... death is swirling around... so many sounds... I... I can't tell them apart..."

Clearly, they had approached the core area affected by the spatial rift, where the spacetime structure was extremely chaotic, and the swirling death energy of reincarnation was interfering with all normal perception.

Even A-Yuan's special talent was severely affected.

Just then, Su Xiao, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped. His figure appeared at the edge of a cliff, and he said in a solemn tone, "Sect Leader, there is no way out."

As the group stepped forward, they saw a massive, seemingly ripped-out chasm ahead, its bottom unfathomable, with endless darkness and chaotic spatial turbulence below.

The opposite bank, however, was faintly visible amidst the swirling, deathly mist, likely more than a thousand feet away. On either side of the precipice were strange rock walls, smooth as mirrors and radiating a cold luster, as if they had been instantly cleaved by some extreme force.

"A detour?" Shi Tie looked to both sides, where the cliffs stretched out in all directions.

Shen Mo gazed at the opposite bank, then at the bottomless abyss beneath his feet and the smooth rock walls on either side, when suddenly an idea struck him. He raised his hand, and a wisp of pale golden spiritual energy shot from his fingertip toward the rock wall.

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The moment the spiritual energy touched the rock wall, it made no impact sound, but disappeared silently, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

No, it didn't disappear, but rather, ripples spread across the surface of the rock wall like waves, as spiritual energy penetrated into it!

"An illusion? Or... a spatial fold?" Zhao Qingyan's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.